[ punching a call through to security has him waiting on the line, fingers tented against the terminal hard enough that his knuckles have all gone white. Makkachin barks just once when the shooting starts, trembling and cowering between Victor's legs and the terminal itself. it's only when everything goes silent that he pushes his head out, staring down the hall, and eeks forward. he's not going to leave his person entirely undefended now that the assault on his ears has ended.
for his part, Victor is tense, reaching down to hold Makkachin in place.
he frowns when the clatter of the glowing device comes up the corridor, leaving the connection open as a kind recorded voice continues to inform him that this call will be answered as soon as an operator is available. there are aspects of this future that are far too familiar to what constitutes as the past.
cautious, he heads toward the still device (... please don't be a bomb, that would just, that would blow) to cast a look further down in search of the woman to whom which it belongs. ]
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for his part, Victor is tense, reaching down to hold Makkachin in place.
he frowns when the clatter of the glowing device comes up the corridor, leaving the connection open as a kind recorded voice continues to inform him that this call will be answered as soon as an operator is available. there are aspects of this future that are far too familiar to what constitutes as the past.
cautious, he heads toward the still device (... please don't be a bomb, that would just, that would blow) to cast a look further down in search of the woman to whom which it belongs. ]